Moonspear when i found the angels were drinking wine

arcturus sighed into the darkness; kukutux passed her thoughtful gaze to him. for a long moment she did nothing, then lightly cleared her throat and gathered herself somewhat closer.

now just brushed against him, kuktutux fancied she felt the emotion laced into his coat. she looked out of the mouth of her den. "i hope you make amends with one another. i would give much to argue with my sister once more."

silence, then; exhaustion stole over the little bird.